Up at the heavens a raging storm,
and higher above a serene calm.
The blood boils like nature's norm,
just below the still palm.
It matters not how high the swell,
how dark and deep are the seas.
Fight the odds, do your part well,
even the tide will turn as you please.
Into the light we come with a scroll,
and fill it with food, help and needs.
As time flies into darkness we roll,
with happiness, smile and good deeds.
Prasenjit©1997-2017
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